Ashiko passed no comment over the mention of a cousin or the reveal of the scars. There wasn't any point to it, in her opinion; she knew he was more than a simple scribe and had for years, and as of tonight he knew she knew that. Why waste her breath needling him over a subject that had necessitated their final farewells to one another?

Her body, in contrast to his, was meticulously, miraculously pristine. Not only was her chest bereft of any scar from when her master skwered her; no, she didn't even have faded, minor marks from cuts or scratched scabs. She was an extension of her masters vanity, after all, and had been meticulously repaired after every bout of bodily harm that befell her, like the world's most important doll. But that wasn't what they were here for.

"So...where do we start?"